My baby can only love one toy at a time.He can have his purple tongs in hand (yes, he loves tongs, and they're a perfectly fine toy, why do you ask), and all will be right in the world.Laughs.Smiles.Shrieks.Then from across the room, his small wooden truck will beckon.The tongs will be cast aside, driven into the ground with seeming and sudden fury -- what are you doing in my hands!? -- as he tears across the room to capture his truck.
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